12 November, 2008

Why does it rain?

This is small story which I heard from an old man while I was traveling in a bus from my college to my home. This story is about “why does it rain”.

“Once the sky was out, strolling in the gardens of his palace. Suddenly from a distance, he saw the earth. He was stunned to see the earth; so beautiful. It was colorful. It had the widest variety of colors spread across her. It was many shades of blue where the rivers flowed, shades of green where there were lush green gardens; warm shades of brown and many more. Sky fell in love with the earth. He wanted to come down to the earth and stay with her forever.

Gods grew worried. For if the sky was to descend on the ground, where would the birds fly and the sun and the moon and the stars shine?
There would be darkness all over and the earth would not be able to survive. There would be no life!!! Sky was unyielding and he told the Gods that his demand be met. Later he started pressurizing the Gods.

The Gods were terrified and went to their king for further consultation and suggestions. The king was a clever man and he devised a plan to avoid this situation of mass destruction completely. He asked the Gods to let the matter continue for some more time.




So the Gods requested the Sky not to come down on earth. But the Sky was adamant. And now he wanted to meet the king of Gods, at any cost. So the king of the gods said that they would be allowed to meet only once and that too during the time when there is no night and no day. If he did not succeed, he could never try again. The time to try out his dream was pre-dawn and post night. Sky was very happy and immediately agreed to this suggestion. The whole time, he kept waiting for the night to end. And when he was prepared for the biggest moment of his life, one of the gods took the form of a cock and spoke “cock a doodle doo”. The dawn had arrived. Sky’s most awaited dreams were shattered. He was a broken man now.

Since then whenever the sky comes out of his palace, he looks at the earth, he feels sad and lonely. Since he cannot come on to the ground, he feels miserable for his love and so he cries, cries and cries.

And we asses call it rain.”

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